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The Journey to the West

Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...

Thursday, May 20, 2021

Poem Composed in a Bed of Clover

This spring things are growing
Around me lushly like a thick bed
Of clover so much so that it feels
Like I’m a baby swaddled in a blanket
Held tightly but without the luxury 
Of being able to roll over and yet
The clover keeps growing 
All around my face

Friday, May 14, 2021

On the Ferry

Once again a fair weather crossing
Sitting masked in the bow
Forward looking in spirit
On a first post-pandemic journey
Along the outer banks of good reason
Sunning on the upper deck
With a fair mermaid in the prow

But what lies ahead soon falls behind
Coming or going rarely different in kind
Howsoever different in mind